Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.~Newt Gingrich

Don't you just hate it when you talk yourself into more work?

All of a sudden, I just decided that one page for the musical influences was not enough, so now there are two --two of which look a heck of a lot better than the other, but two of them (not the same pair) are not yet complete.

And since I added a few new universes to my list, I get to create more pages, move some of the older ones around and edit, edit, edit.

Sometimes, I'm pretty sure I'm a masochist. Then again, that just might be my inner perfectionist sticking out her head. Ugh, I wish I could just leave it, some days, but I want this to be a fun, easy place to visit, so I'm gonna make myself miserable to do it!

Ah, well. Such is life.

Let me know if you think of anything else that needs to be added to the site while I'm at it, alright?

I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.Isaac Asimov

Once upon a time, there was a writer. She was a very focused young woman when it came down to it, but she was also a dreamer and her mind was prone to wandering through those dreams.

Since she had been but a young girl, she had wanted to be a writer. She had talent in in composition, a wider vocabulary, a vivid imagination, and a fascination with people. The only thing she really didn't have was staying power. She would write one chapter, or five, or ten, or seventy pages, but she would never be able to bring the story to an end. Her inspiration would lag, her muses would abandon her, and all she would have left was depression because of another failure.

One day, the writer met a puppy who happily stayed by her side. The puppy was small, covered in chocolate colored fur, and had floppy ears that she loved to have scratched behind. That puppy introduced her to something she'd never heard of before, something called... fan-fiction.

Fan-fiction brought a revolution to the writer's comfortable habits. It's one thing to call yourself a writer, to write copiously but secretively and never show your work to a soul. It takes guts, heart, and nerve to place your work out where others can see it, read it, and comment.

So the writer was swept away in the flood of comments and reviews. Her work wasn't perfect --the earliest pieces would never have a place on the New York Times Bestsellers List, but it was received well, liked, and complimented.

Encouragement from strangers around the world kept the writer churning out new stories and new ideas.